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Performed By: TeezyOnTheBoards
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Yung Sinn, Teezy OnTheBoards




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Cook Up, Teezy
TeezyOnTheBoards
Sinn
Spin
Yeah it's over with for them nigga ass, they done crossed the line
Them nigga knockin' chunks up about your brain, we ain't usin' nines
He keep bringin' up Jay
We killin' his ass, aint no need to pay no fine
I'ma watch his soul lift up out the air, now his mama cryin'
Twelve killed Saint, how the hell you gon' say you smokin' my twin
Can't come to my house with that bullshit
On my mama, I know how to self defend
One, two, three, four, everybody know in my hood
I'm smokin' on fifty-six
They say, Baby Fifth ass was runnin'
On my mama, his ass couldn't jump that fence
Yeah, talmbout "Tornado baby", bitch you ain't spinnin' shit
Shot caught his stupid ass, he was lackin'
Yeah, he was with his bitch
Yeah, you can't run from no automatic gun, this a switch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We been smokin' on that nigga Spazz since 2018
How you bringin' up Jay and your patna look like a baked bean
Yeah, Spin Crew K
These nigga got 56 hundred rats in they f*ckin' gang
Goofy ass nigga walk in the club and tuck his chain
Yeah, you can't go to prison, ain't no hiding, you gon' see murder, Cain
On my mama, yeah, yeah, yeah f*ck nigga you ain't even got stain
Yeah, I could put a eighty ball on your head and it won't hurt a thing
Yeah, yeah, we steppin' on shit, how it feel gettin' killed by the bank?
He goofy, we lift 'em at the playground
He turn to mildew, now somethin' stank
Ol' broke ass nigga better know when we get on your ass, you better have a full tank
Creative, yeah, we could show the opps how to spray paint
Nigga know I'm lethal with this weapon, I can make the crowd faint
Watch how I shoot a video in your hood in front of the Maybach
F*ck nigga, yeah you soft hell
On my mama, that nigga a hay stack
Damn, all my opps clickin' up, yeah, I'ma remember that
Scoop they ass with a crane, then I throw they ass in a blender pack
Whatever I did, I did it on purpose, I ain't sayin' sorry thug
Don't call my phone on Jay, yeah, all I wanna do is talk to drugs
I used to trick my mama, I had promethazine in a coffee mug
Yeah, you ain't no spinner
On my mama, I perform at every club
Yeah, I just sent my shooter the drop, I give 'em the blueprint
I'm drunk as hell on my mama, yeah, I just pulled up with two sticks
Yeah, silly rabbit, yeah that hoe can do tricks
Run down on his ass after school, we gon' make it make sense
He talkin' out his mouth, but his face we re-arranged it
Yeah, we ain't with the pull, we leavin' him hangin'
Better come correct on my mama, lil nigga lower your language
Yeah, nigga know I'm armed and oh so dangerous
Yeah, we been smokin' on that nigga Spazz since 2018
How you bringin' up Jay and your patna look like a baked bean
Yeah, Spin Crew K
These nigga got 56 hundred rats in they f*ckin' gang
Goofy ass nigga walk in the club and tuck his chain
Yeah, you can't go to prison, ain't no hiding, you gon' see murder, Cain
On my mama, yeah, yeah, yeah f*ck nigga you ain't even got stain
Yeah, I could put a eighty ball on your head and it won't hurt a thing
Yeah, yeah, we steppin' on shit, how it feel gettin' killed by the bank?
Yeah it's over with for them nigga ass, they done crossed the line
Them nigga knockin' chunks up about your brain, we ain't usin' nines
He keep bringin' up Jay
We killin' his ass, aint no need to pay no fine
I'ma watch his soul lift up out the air, now his mama cryin'
Twelve killed Saint, how the hell you gon' say you smokin' my twin
Can't come to my house with that bullshit
On my mama, I know how to self defend
One, two, three, four, everybody know in my hood
I'm smokin' on fifty-six
They say, Baby Fifth ass was runnin'
On my mama, his ass couldn't jump that fence
Yeah, talmbout "Tornado baby", bitch you ain't spinnin' shit
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Cook Up, Teezy
TeezyOnTheBoards
Sinn
Spin
Yeah it's over with for them nigga ass, they done crossed the line
Them nigga knockin' chunks up about your brain, we ain't usin' nines
He keep bringin' up Jay
We killin' his ass, aint no need to pay no fine
I'ma watch his soul lift up out the air, now his mama cryin'
Twelve killed Saint, how the hell you gon' say you smokin' my twin
Can't come to my house with that bullshit
On my mama, I know how to self defend
One, two, three, four, everybody know in my hood
I'm smokin' on fifty-six
They say, Baby Fifth ass was runnin'
On my mama, his ass couldn't jump that fence
Yeah, talmbout "Tornado baby", bitch you ain't spinnin' shit
Shot caught his stupid ass, he was lackin'
Yeah, he was with his bitch
Yeah, you can't run from no automatic gun, this a switch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We been smokin' on that nigga Spazz since 2018
How you bringin' up Jay and your patna look like a baked bean
Yeah, Spin Crew K
These nigga got 56 hundred rats in they f*ckin' gang
Goofy ass nigga walk in the club and tuck his chain
Yeah, you can't go to prison, ain't no hiding, you gon' see murder, Cain
On my mama, yeah, yeah, yeah f*ck nigga you ain't even got stain
Yeah, I could put a eighty ball on your head and it won't hurt a thing
Yeah, yeah, we steppin' on shit, how it feel gettin' killed by the bank?
He goofy, we lift 'em at the playground
He turn to mildew, now somethin' stank
Ol' broke ass nigga better know when we get on your ass, you better have a full tank
Creative, yeah, we could show the opps how to spray paint
Nigga know I'm lethal with this weapon, I can make the crowd faint
Watch how I shoot a video in your hood in front of the Maybach
F*ck nigga, yeah you soft hell
On my mama, that nigga a hay stack
Damn, all my opps clickin' up, yeah, I'ma remember that
Scoop they ass with a crane, then I throw they ass in a blender pack
Whatever I did, I did it on purpose, I ain't sayin' sorry thug
Don't call my phone on Jay, yeah, all I wanna do is talk to drugs
I used to trick my mama, I had promethazine in a coffee mug
Yeah, you ain't no spinner
On my mama, I perform at every club
Yeah, I just sent my shooter the drop, I give 'em the blueprint
I'm drunk as hell on my mama, yeah, I just pulled up with two sticks
Yeah, silly rabbit, yeah that hoe can do tricks
Run down on his ass after school, we gon' make it make sense
He talkin' out his mouth, but his face we re-arranged it
Yeah, we ain't with the pull, we leavin' him hangin'
Better come correct on my mama, lil nigga lower your language
Yeah, nigga know I'm armed and oh so dangerous
Yeah, we been smokin' on that nigga Spazz since 2018
How you bringin' up Jay and your patna look like a baked bean
Yeah, Spin Crew K
These nigga got 56 hundred rats in they f*ckin' gang
Goofy ass nigga walk in the club and tuck his chain
Yeah, you can't go to prison, ain't no hiding, you gon' see murder, Cain
On my mama, yeah, yeah, yeah f*ck nigga you ain't even got stain
Yeah, I could put a eighty ball on your head and it won't hurt a thing
Yeah, yeah, we steppin' on shit, how it feel gettin' killed by the bank?
Yeah it's over with for them nigga ass, they done crossed the line
Them nigga knockin' chunks up about your brain, we ain't usin' nines
He keep bringin' up Jay
We killin' his ass, aint no need to pay no fine
I'ma watch his soul lift up out the air, now his mama cryin'
Twelve killed Saint, how the hell you gon' say you smokin' my twin
Can't come to my house with that bullshit
On my mama, I know how to self defend
One, two, three, four, everybody know in my hood
I'm smokin' on fifty-six
They say, Baby Fifth ass was runnin'
On my mama, his ass couldn't jump that fence
Yeah, talmbout "Tornado baby", bitch you ain't spinnin' shit
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Writer: Yung Sinn, Teezy OnTheBoards
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